her head is on your lap and within your lap is a sea, a sea that is balanced on a point, and if that point should shift if it took a single touch it would spill out of you and drench the whole world

So many of the bad things that happen in the world come from people pretending to be something they’re not.

as Ryszard’s dark eyes, with their curiously liquid appearance, like pools slowly turning, gazed into his.

When he smiled his handsomeness exploded into a million pieces of miraculous light.

He sees it so clearly that it’s like it’s already happened.

Fuck! he says, out loud, then apologizes.

Killing or fucking seemed at the same vertiginous pitch, a literal knife-edge poised high, high in the black vault of the night.

Dickie was looking at her still in a way he hadn’t done before as if she was a person instead of a holy ideal a saint in the stained glass

shaking her blonde tresses at him